Santa Cruz, CA
What you are seeing here is - apart from Kendrick's graduation - the first time I've gotten actually dressed (meaning, selected things from my closet that were things I actually wanted to wear, rather than just opening a box, going "that looks fine and marginally clean" and getting on with it) in about a month.
It was fun.
God I'm lazy about ironing. And by "lazy" I mean "I don't do it, ever." Not because I hate it, exactly - it's sort of meditative and relaxing - but because it takes so freaking LONG. And I'm so bad at it that I don't even get any sense of satisfaction at the end, just this sort of middling "ah well, I guess that looks slightly less terrible than it did before" thing.
On Me: Band of Gypsies Top and Shorts; LAGOS Bangles c/o
I will not be festival-ing this year. I mean: obviously.
But I will be doing things like getting tarot readings done in a New Mexico town called "Truth Or Consequences" (really; I already booked it), so I feel like there's a place in my life for as much fringe and embroidery as I can possibly handle. Which is really quite a lot.
Sometimes you just want to keep things easy: simple cuts, clean lines, all things white, black and denim. My favorite thing about these kinds of fuss-free pieces is that they look simultaneously grown-up and totally chilled-out, like you've got things to do but don't want to deal with any hassle while you're doing them.
Three pieces in my wardrobe that are in constant rotation at the moment: an oversized white button-down (Kendrick is equally excited about this purchase, because its presence in my closet means I'm no longer constantly stealing his), a perfect pair of flare jeans, and some classic nude heels that look like those on-the-feet-of-every-blogger-and-actress-in-the-universe Stuart Weitzman Nudists (but are a fraction of the price).
And with the Spring Formal (I cannot believe I am thirty-three years old and once again going to spring formals, but hey, I'll take it), the Business School Experience has come to a close. (Well, technically Kendrick doesn't graduate until next Monday, but I think it's safe to say that this was officially the last school dance of our lives.) We weren't even planning to go, but then my mom offered to babysit and to lend me a dress so I didn't have to go digging through box after box after box in search of a gown that I'm not entirely certain that I even own, and so what the hell:
Spring Formal it was.
You guys, it was SO MUCH FUN. Since it was all very last-minute we decided to just grab dinner on the way up, and we ended up stopping at this completely random Italian restaurant in Port Chester that was straight out of 1956...and not in an ironic way; in a wood paneling and shrimp scampi way. We were the youngest people in there by approximately fifty years. (Obviously I loved it, and ordered the lasagna.)
